You Rejected Me Remember Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was being serious here! "What's funny?" I asked him. I failed to find what was amusing. "I don't remember asking you for your choice in the matter. That's what's amusing to me. I don't remember giving you the opportunity to reject me" he said in his signature calm and low voice. "Well, I do not want to be your mate! I reject you! You don't have to give me the opportunity or whatever. I do not want you as my mate!" I fired. I was riled up.

He didn’t move. That alone made my stomach twist. “I said I won’t leave,” he repeated. I exhaled sharply, trying to control the panic rising in me. “You are not my mate yet,” I said firmly. “I haven’t accepted any bond. So you cannot just—decide things like this.” There was a pause. Then, almost immediately, he said, “Reject it then.” “Then reject it,” he said. The words landed too fast, too sharp. Immediately, a memory hit me like a wave I didn’t see coming—the pain from the last rejection I went through. Not the emotional kind. The physical one. My chest tightened at the thought alone, like my body remembered before my mind could even argue.

"I needed you to know. That's all." Nobody reached for it. Nobody asked what I planned to do. Nobody said anything else. The conversation ended before it had a name. They filed out like I'd delivered a status update requiring no response. 'Now,' Eira said. 'Now you know.' I sat in my room for a long time after. Not crying. Just sitting with the understanding that I'd spent two months waiting for something to change. Now I knew it wouldn't. The rejection wasn't a mistake to be corrected. Nobody was coming back.

I asked my inner self with my hands still stuck in the mid sir during the acceptance process. " Can I go now" He looked at me with a more different Smirk this Time. " You can still leave if you wish to " I walked closer to the apartment door opening it with a slight bow for him. " You are really funny" He said walking through the open door " When next would you return to work" He concurred with his statement. " Text me" He gave a dash out of the apartment area without waiting for my reply or any other thing from me. I just walked inside my apartment shutting the door.

The thought had her pushing his food aside, suddenly not all that hungry. "He rejected me. He said we couldn't be together" Steve said, the tears finally breaking free from the tight hold he had kept on them. "He said it, but I know he wanted me just like I wanted him, like I still want him. I saw it on his face when we touched, like he was complete, it was how I felt. Then he left, he turned his back and just walked away" he said, brushing angrily at the tears. "How long ago did it happen?" Adira asked as she stood up and pushed her sister takeout box back into her hands, staring at her until she started eating again with a resigned look on her face. "Have you seen...?"

"From my pack." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your pack?" he repeated. "You mean there are more of you?" I nodded. "Yes. I was...I was their mate. But they rejected me." Lucas frowned. "Rejected you?" he said, his voice softening. "What do you mean?" I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "They...they didn't want me. I wasn't good enough for them." Lucas didn't say anything for a long moment, but I could feel his eyes on me. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "That must have been hard."

I guess I felt vulnerable, cause the very next minute, I started sobbing. "It's okay, it's okay. Maybe you should try to make things work with him. If the rejection didn't work, then it means you guys are meant to be together" Kimberly advised sincerely. "Have you forgotten what he did to me?, I can't just let go of that memory" *First year at senior high*

he got his voice back. I quickly stood up from the ground, didn't even wait to brush myself up, I ran back to my room and shut the door. One thing I knew for sure was, I never wanted to see him that way, ever. He came knocking at the door and I refused to open. "Let's talk Jas" He said softly. It was our first fight. We actually quarrelled. This was when I felt good about us. As much as I wanted to open the door for him, I didn't. Until his voice slowly fade, and then disappeared. He left.

. I open the cracked door and make my presence known. “Hello gentlemen, Mother.” I nod my head to acknowledge Alpha Patrick, Alpha Dante, Papa, and mother. I take a seat at my desk and look at my father expectantly. “Princessa, I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I know you have plans. So I’ll cut right to the chase. Alpha Patrick and I have been discussing an alliance of sorts.” He starts. I give my mom a questioning look and she looks just as confused as I am. I peer at Alpha Patrick and he seems a bit nervous. “Go on.” I say plainly. Not wanting to get ahead of myself. “Well…” Alpha Patrick starts “We we’re proposing that maybe you and Dante would…” a guttural growl came from t

Knowing that he has moved on caused her more pain than she would have liked to give him credit for. She thought she would never experience pain like that again in her life, since she has been numb to it for the past two years. The pain that came after realising that had not been good enough for her own mate, and the hollowness and the void his rejection had caused her was on another level. Looking down at those stormy grey eyes just like his fathers, she felt like she had been left out on a huge part of what her life would've been if her mate hadn't rejected her, and at this moment she loathed him for rejecting her and stripping her off of her happiness.